Many butterflies, obsessed by the fleeting nature of life, try putting an end to it themselves. They thus head for roads where the traffic is intense, often highways, where they wait for the fatal automobile. But the air set in motion by the passing vehicles tosses their light bodies out of harm's way and prevents them from attaining their goal.
With the energy born of despair, they return inland, brighten the colours of their wings and seduce the first compact insect they happen upon; a bluebottle, ladybug or June beetle. Unable to resist fierce butterfly charms for long, these weightier insects blindly follow their seducers to the middle of the nearest road. There, the butterflies let themselves be embraced. Then they wrap their wings round their victims and drag them down in their fall.